132: Chapter 132 Waltz Under the Moonlight

...

The interview program concluded amidst laughter and joy.

Walking out of the recording hall, Zhang Ying immediately saw Chen Shaoping smiling at her from not far away.

She ran with a smile, like an elf, and threw herself into Chen Shaoping's arms.

She loved and was so happy about everything today, everything right now.

Chen Shaoping hugged Zhang Ying tightly, feeling only a soft warmth enveloping his body, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, intoxicating him.

He subconsciously tightened his arms, greedily savoring the warm, soft jade in his embrace, not wanting to let go at all.

Feeling Chen Shaoping's fervent response, Zhang Ying's face turned as red as a cherry, her heart shyly pounding faster and faster.

She didn't know where she found the courage to be so proactive.

She gently pushed Chen Shaoping, but he didn't budge.

She tried again with more force, but the result was the same.

She felt as if Chen Shaoping was like an octopus, firmly clinging to her.

Her heart was filled with both shyness and joy, her body felt hot, and she secretly chided herself for being too bold just now.

"Da Ping, let go of me first. There are people all around, it's so embarrassing."

Zhang Ying was a little embarrassed. Chen Shaoping was holding her chest a bit too tightly, making her a little breathless when she spoke.

"No, you hugged me first. I need to hug you for a bit longer to make up for it, otherwise it's a loss."

Chen Shaoping's grip tightened a bit more as he shamelessly spoke like a rogue.

Zhang Ying was amused and angered by his words. According to him, he was still at a loss.

Her hand was at Chen Shaoping's waist, and with her thumb and forefinger, she pinched a tiny bit of his skin and gently lifted it.

"Ouch!"

Chen Shaoping winced in pain, and his grip loosened a bit. Zhang Ying used a little force and broke free from his embrace.

She chided, "That's for taking advantage of me."

Her rosy cheeks were quite lovely.

Chen Shaoping grimaced in pain, rubbing it vigorously until it eased a little.

He secretly complained, "Do all girls know this magic attack? It really hurts."

He casually said, "Sister Ying, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"You're still talking..." Zhang Ying's face was flushed, her palms were warm, and she glared at Chen Shaoping.

"Alright, alright, Sister Ying. There's nothing else planned, right? Can I arrange the rest of the time?"

"Mm!" Zhang Ying lowered her head and softly agreed.

"Teacher Zhang Ying, Young Master Ping, do you need the production team to arrange a hotel for you?"

Seeing them separate, Liu Xiaoai stepped forward and asked.

The production team had an obligation to arrange accommodation for the guests participating in the program.

However, Liu Xiaoai saw how the two of them looked and felt that they might look down on the hotel arranged by the production team, so she specifically asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ying's face, which had just returned to normal, began to blush at the earlobes again. She looked up at Chen Shaoping, but said nothing.

She let Chen Shaoping decide.

Chen Shaoping politely replied, "No need, we'll make our own arrangements."

Then he took Zhang Ying's hand and left.

Liu Xiaoai watched their retreating figures and murmured to herself.

A perfect match, made for each other.

Seven in the evening.

The scorching weather finally cooled down a bit, and a light drizzle tapped against the glass, making a 'drip-drop' sound.

In a luxurious restaurant in Fula Plaza, Yuzhong District, Mountain City.

It was dinner time, but there were only two guests in the restaurant.

A gentleman in a tuxedo was passionately playing the violin.

The soothing and romantic music possessed a magical power.

It dispelled Chen Shaoping's fatigue, making him feel incredibly relaxed.

Zhang Ying, sitting gracefully opposite him, elegantly finished the last sip of red wine in her glass.

The waiter standing by immediately poured her another half-glass.

"Beautiful lady, I toast to you."

Zhang Ying smiled sweetly and happily picked up her glass again.

"Clink!"

The sound of glass clinking brought their hearts closer.

"Sister Ying, how does it taste?" Chen Shaoping asked.

Zhang Ying leaned in slightly and softly replied, "It tastes very good, but it's too extravagant."

Chen Shaoping shrugged, "As long as it tastes good. We work hard to earn money to enjoy ourselves, and we don't come to places like this every day anyway."

Just as the two were getting lost in their drinks, a waiter approached with a bouquet of roses and a gift box.

Chen Shaoping stood up, emboldened by the alcohol, and took the flowers and gift box.

He walked a few steps to Zhang Ying, knelt on one knee.

"Ms. Zhang Ying, will you be my girlfriend? Let's walk hand in hand and spend the rest of our lives together!"

Zhang Ying gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Although she had some suspicions when they entered the restaurant.

But when Chen Shaoping truly confessed to her, her eyes still reddened with excitement.

She had fantasized about this scene more than once.

Zhang Ying bent down and took the roses from Chen Shaoping's hand, tears uncontrollably streaming down her cheeks.

She nodded heavily, choked up, and said, "I do."

Chen Shaoping's tense heart finally relaxed, and he happily opened the gift box.

From it, he took out a sparkling diamond necklace.

"Darling Sister Ying, let me put it on for you personally."

Zhang Ying shyly crouched slightly, revealing her fair neck.

Chen Shaoping gently took out the necklace and slowly put it on Zhang Ying.

The restaurant music changed to a passionate piano piece.

"Sister Ying, for this beautiful moment, let's dance!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

Soft lights spilled over them as a gentle waltz slowly flowed.

Chen Shaoping, in a dark gray suit, and Zhang Ying, in a light purple long dress, exchanged smiles, their eyes sparkling with tender light.

His right hand gently supported Zhang Ying's left shoulder, his palm warm and steady, while Zhang Ying's left hand gently rested on Chen Shaoping's right shoulder.

Their other hands clasped in the air, Chen Shaoping's palm enveloping Zhang Ying's hand, his thumb gently caressing her hand's back.

Standing foot to foot, Chen Shaoping's right foot slightly forward, Zhang Ying's left foot slightly back, the distance just enough to feel each other's breath.

Chen Shaoping's dance steps were very clumsy. Realizing this, Zhang Ying took the lead.

Step by step, they began, gradually getting into the rhythm.

As the song ended, Chen Shaoping slowly pulled Zhang Ying back into his arms and whispered into her ear.

"Zhang Ying, I love you."

Then he kissed her passionately.

Zhang Ying's ears tickled, and she clumsily responded to the man she loved.

...

When they returned to the hotel, the rain outside had stopped at some point, and a round moon hung in the night sky, emitting dazzling light.

The hotel was on the top floor of the building, and moonlight shone through the glass into the room, bathing it in a clear glow.

Chen Shaoping and Zhang Ying didn't even turn on the lights, yet they could see each other's eager expressions.

"Sister Ying, you are so beautiful," Chen Shaoping praised sincerely.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Ying was like a fairy, breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhang Ying's eyes shimmered with moisture, her earlobes were hot, her face flushed like blood, and she felt a tingling sensation.

Her breathing was rapid as she passionately said, "Da Ping, I love you too, forever."

...

(Thanks to "San Meng" for the reward, thank you for your support.)